The Sicilian Captive Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDEE FFGG HHII JJKK LLMM NNOO PPQQ RRSS KKTT UUEEVVWW XXEU YYZZAA A2A2B2B2OC2 PPD2D2EU KKE2F2G2 H2I2J2J2 IIK2L2

The champions had come from their fields of warA
Over the crests of the billows farB
They had brought back the spoils of a hundred shoresC
Where the deep had foam'd to their flashing oarsC
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They sat at their feast round the Norse king's boardD
By the glare of the torch light the mead was pour'dD
The hearth was heap'd with the pine boughs highE
And it flung a red radiance on shields thrown byE
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The Scalds had chaunted in Runic rhymeF
Their songs of the Sword and the olden timeF
And a solemn thrill as the harp chords rungG
Had breath'd from the walls where the bright spears hungG
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But the swell was gone from the quivering stringH
They had summon'd a softer voice to singH
And a captive girl at the warriors' callI
Stood forth in the midst of that frowning hallI
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Lonely she stood in her mournful eyesJ
Lay the clear midnight of southern skiesJ
And the drooping fringe of their lashes lowK
Half veil'd a depth of unfathom'd woK
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Stately she stood tho' her fragile frameL
Seem'd struck with the blight of some inward flameL
And her proud pale brow had a shade of scornM
Under the waves of her dark hair wornM
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And a deep flush pass'd like a crimson hazeN
O'er her marble cheek by the pine fire's blazeN
No soft hue caught from the south wind's breathO
But a token of fever at strife with deathO
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She had been torn from her home awayP
With her long locks crown'd for her bridal dayP
And brought to die of the burning dreamsQ
That haunt the exile by foreign streamsQ
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They bade her sing of her distant landR
She held its lyre with a trembling handR
Till the spirit its blue skies had given her wokeS
And the stream of her voice into music brokeS
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Faint was the strain in its first wild flowK
Troubled its murmur and sad and lowK
But it swell'd into deeper power ere longT
As the breeze that swept over her soul grew strongT
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'They bid me sing of thee mine own my sunny land of theeU
Am I not parted from thy shores by the mournful sounding seaU
Doth not thy shadow wrap my soul in silence let me dieE
In a voiceless dream of thy silvery founts and thy pure deep sapphire skyE
How should thy lyre give here its wealth of buried sweetness forthV
Its tones of summer's breathings born to the wild winds of the northV
'Yet thus it shall be once once more my spirit shall awakeW
And thro' the mists of death shine out my country for thy sakeW
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That I may make thee known with all the beauty and the lightX
And the glory never more to bless thy daughter's yearning sightX
Thy woods shall whisper in my song thy bright streams warble byE
Thy soul flow o'er my lips again yet once my SicilyU
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'There are blue heavens far hence far hence but oh their glorious blueY
Its very night is beautiful with the hyacinth's deep hueY
It is above my own fair land and round my laughing homeZ
And arching o'er my vintage hills they hang their cloudless domeZ
And making all the waves as gems that melt along the shoreA
And steeping happy hearts in joy that now is mine no moreA
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'And there are haunts in that green land oh who may dream or tellA2
Of all the shaded loveliness it hides in grot and dellA2
By fountains flinging rainbow spray on dark and glossy leavesB2
And bowers wherein the forest dove her nest untroubled weavesB2
The myrtle dwells there sending round the richness of its breathO
And the violets gleam like amethysts from the dewy moss beneathC2
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'And there are floating sounds that fill the skies thro' night and dayP
Sweet sounds the soul to hear them faints in dreams of heaven awayP
They wander thro' the olive woods and o'er the shining seasD2
They mingle with the orange scents that load the sleepy breezeD2
Lute voice and bird are blending there it were a bliss to dieE
As dies a leaf thy groves among my flowery SicilyU
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'I may not thus depart farewell yet no my country noK
Is not love stronger than the grave I feel it must be soK
My fleeting spirit shall o'ersweep the mountains and the mainE2
And in thy tender starlight rove and thro' thy woods againF2
Its passion deepens it prevails I break my chain I comeG2
To dwell a viewless thing yet blest in thy sweet air my home '-
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And her pale arms dropp'd the ringing lyreH2
There came a mist o'er her eye's wild fireI2
And her dark rich tresses in many a foldJ2
Loosed from their braids down her bosom roll'dJ2
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For her head sank back on the rugged wallI
A silence fell o'er the warriors' hallI
She had pour'd out her soul with her song's last toneK2
The lyre was broken the minstrel goneL2

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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